Palm Dragon

I absolutely cannot die.

Werther said to himself in his heart.

The ceremony has not been completed yet, and Eggsia...is still in the hands of the other party.

He chanted a short mantra, and the undead mercenaries retreated one after another.

"What will you do to give him back to me, sir."

"Give me a contract," Yi Si felt that he was too kind. "And then get rid of these guys who like to walk at night."

Werther frowned immediately.The so-called contract is nothing more than a request to submit to him from now on or to be sent by him in the future. Compared with the possible dismal ending, Yisi's request is actually expected.But... "I'm afraid not," Werther said dryly. "About wandering around Kotata...6"

Before he finished speaking, a green arrow shot towards him in the air!

At this time, Milk, who had been quietly lying on Werther's shoulder, immediately rushed towards the arrow——

Click.

A large piece of the skeleton rabbit's head was smashed into pieces.

"Milk!" Werther hurriedly picked up the pet that rolled several times on the ground.

Looking at Milk's broken skull, Werther's body began to emit a faint black air.

"Sneak attacker—!" The angry black flame, like a nimble poisonous snake, quickly flew towards the direction of the arrow flying in the air.

"Dark Green Light Prison!"

A large green net glowing with light appeared out of thin air, and black flames were entangled in the net, sizzling.

"Are you all right?" A person appeared behind the big net, with a rare anxious expression on his usual gentle face, walking towards Iss.

Werther looked coldly at the magician who appeared unexpectedly.

Mokales was taken aback when he saw Adrian lying behind Iss: "What did you do to Mr. Adrian? Evil Necromancer!"

Werther snorted, chanted the spell, and a short staff appeared in front of him.The whole body of the staff is black and shiny, and the surface of the staff is uneven. You can faintly see some kind of mysterious totem engraved on it. The top of the staff is carved into a ferocious claw with a large obsidian without impurities, holding a baby in the center of the claw. Dazzling red crystals the size of a fist.

At this time, the sky had begun to turn slightly white, and it was about to dawn.

"The stick of death!" The gentle magician's face was full of surprise and guard.Possessing the death stick that is said to be made from the bones of the dragon in the abyss of hell and can open the gate of the underworld, I am afraid that in front of him is a powerful necromancer who has gained insight into death.

Death stick?So there really is such a thing?Hearing what the magician blurted out, Iss raised his eyebrows.

Once the necromancer took out his weapon, it meant that he was going to duel seriously, but the target of the duel... Is touched his chin and looked in the direction of the magician.With the arrival of early morning, the dark creatures wandering around have begun to disperse.

"The crime you committed against Kotata ends here! If you still have a little repentance, accept the punishment of the God of Light!" Mokales said righteously.

"God of Light?" Werther said mockingly. "Is he your god?"

Apparently Werther's tone made Mokales feel offended, so he didn't say any more, and drew a sign on his chest with both hands.

immediately.Countless green arrows that appeared just now pierced towards Werther at countless green lights.

Werther stood there motionless.A black shield appeared in the air when the arrow was about to pierce him, and the sharp arrow was blocked instantly.

A dangerous storm has already begun to brew in Werther's eyes: "Don't try to annoy me."

Mokales is not showing weakness.

"Even if you are a powerful necromancer, it doesn't mean that Kotata can play with you! If you are willing to repent, the God of Light will forgive you."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Witte didn't change his cold attitude, and black smoke began to emerge from his body.

"Mr. Richard, be careful!" Mocales reminded loudly. "He's going to summon a black creature!"

Sure enough, as soon as Mokales finished speaking, the shadow under Werther's feet began to deform and expand strangely.

Then, from the shadow below him, another black shadow slowly rose!

Morcales gasped.

It was a lean figure, covered with black mysterious totems all over, under the straight black hair, there were no pupils in the long and narrow eyes, but blood red.When he fully appears, you will see that he is not only wearing dark light armor, but also has a long sword with black flames all over his waist.

"Undead knight!" Apart from surprise, there was also a trace of fear in Mokales' voice: Undead knights are the product of a high-level dark curse. People with strong resentment and incomparable resentment cannot disappear with the decay of their bodies after death. , and let his soul be imprisoned in a certain medium.And the necromancer, who has found this medium, used the dark curse to restore the body of resentment before his death, and imprisoned it in this body, driving it for his own use.

To be an undead knight is a very dangerous thing. In addition to spending a lot of energy preparing for the ceremony, you also have to bear the screams and curses of the wraiths.And be able to maintain sanity and mentally overwhelm the wraith when it screams, roars and attacks.Countless people who aspired to become necromancers fell on the sacrificial altar because of the backlash from the resentful spirits.

His was not surprised.No matter how weak Werther looked, how pale and frail he was, to become a Necromancer must possess terrifying strength in itself.

The scarlet eyes of the undead knight looked over.

Big beads of cold sweat rolled down Morkales' forehead.

"Mr. Richard, undead knights are very dangerous, please be careful."

Without waiting for Yiss to answer, Mokales added the protection of light to himself, and resolutely walked towards the undead knight.

The undead knight has completely turned around.

Of course, Mokales would not give him a chance to react. He chanted the spell, and a few thick vines sprang out from the undead knight's feet in an instant, binding the undead knight tightly.

Immediately afterwards, Mokales' palm glowed green: "Dance of the Fireflies!"

Countless firefly-like light spots stabbed at the undead knight in the vines like lightning, and the dazzling light burst out like an explosion.

When the light gradually receded, the vines and green light disappeared.

Black flames danced faintly on the body of the undead knight. He raised his cold and emotionless eyes and stared at the magician who was lifted by his neck.

The smile that had been hanging on the gentle face disappeared, replaced by a suffocated livid.

"Mocales!"

Just as the light faded, a sharp cry sounded.

"Li...?" Mokales turned his eyes with difficulty, looking at the red-haired girl rushing out from the corner behind Iss.

The girl's young face was full of panic, but she wanted to rush forward——she was grabbed by Andrew behind her.

Not only him, but also Mantasha, with a face full of anxiety and fear—obviously, she has been here for a long time.

Ice was not surprised.At dawn, he felt someone approaching.

Behind Mantasha, several people walked out one after another.

The farmer with a hoe and the mayor who looked tired all glared at Taylor who was not far away.

They have had enough!The successive casualties and the magician's sacrifice made the townspeople desperate.

Even if you die, drive away the guy who disrupted Kotata's peace!

However, Lily obviously shouldn't be allowed to do this kind of thing.

Seeing that he couldn't get away from Andrew, Lily saw that Mokales's struggle was getting weaker and weaker, and he was about to collapse, so she turned her head and looked at Ice beside her: "My lord! Please! Please save him! "

Yisi didn't raise his weapon like the excited townspeople, but asked slowly, "Save who?"

"Please save Morcales! Please!"

The corners of Yisi's mouth curled up, and the usually incomparably elegant arc looked mocking and dangerous at this moment.

"Ask me...the price is very high, little girl..."

Lily seemed to forget the current situation for a moment, and stared blankly at Iss's eyes. The emeralds that were always clear seemed to have darkened, and there was still a hint of purple, which was unbelievably beautiful... But the next sentence of Iss The words immediately woke her up.

"Even if... the person who was strangled by the undead knight is the one who caused your town to become like this... do you want to save it?"